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it was fortunate that liffey loved her children as much as she did. aengus and sionnach had already grown into some troublesome little pups, but it didn’t seem to sway the devotion. as soon as liffey played into his comment about a storm existing in his stomach, the pudgy boy plopped back onto his rear and rolled onto his back with a soft huff and a smile that crinkled his puppy features.
 
“maybe there is a storm in there,” the young bull commented, using one of his large paws to prod at his own stomach. aengus was fairly certain that if he didn’t get something to eat soon, he was going to wither away to skin and bones. with a desolate expression, the dark child looked up to his mother and batted his eyes.